Io stiro, qualcuno parte e qualcuno viene

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

La coinquilina spagnola è ritornata in Spagna: Cho è felice. La coinquilina francese è arrivata: noi siamo felici. Io stiro, stiro la camicia bianca, devo fare bella figura. Perchè devo fare bella figura: non lo so, ma con la camicia stirata si fa sempre bella figura.

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall

Mi faccio un frullato mentre stiro: mi viene meglio alle fragole, probabilmente sono più porose. Devo fare delle demo,delle demo in un sistema p2p, meglio se mi faccio un altro frappè, ai kiwi, provo.

Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?

Mese molto busy, pochi post, post ermetici, alcuni mixati, altri un po' meno. Alcuni sono esoterici, altri afrodisiaci, altri ancora sanno di frullato, sto attento a non scottarmi col ferro da stiro. Sto attento a non scottarmi col fuoco, il fuoco di Sophie, il fuoco della ricerca.

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high?